Luyện nghe bài hát Serial Killas

1: (Jamie Madrox)
What is it about a serial that attracts you?
And makes music that you can sharpen an axe to
Taking you back through a to a black room
No walls or ceilings, just to pass through
You choose: are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way precise
When it to cutting, this shit here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's separates us apart
From other fuckers, not saying no names
But them other mother fuckers (They family!)
And say I'm sick, too sick.
how sick do you get
When you see a chest without a butcher buried in it
Wait a minute, an axe
I smash your ribcage in half
For time you laughed on our behalf
you let me another chance to redefine
The mind of a killa
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit looped outta my mind like
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
2: (Monoxide Child)
Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the you like
Or it's my blatant disregard for life
Most are afraid to deny it
But not me
I keep it old school like a coat
Rusty blade, at least 12
With the tipped off from stabbin' too many bitches
I'm digging ditches with a mind state
???
ya ?? on the head of my axe
And to god I don't split you in half like train tracks
I can't control it, so I just put it in my
And hopefully killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the old game
Cause the shit that I kick could put a in your mainframe
to the bone I am
And you can meet me in the if you think I'm playing, what!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
looped outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Verse 3: (Tech & Jamie Madrox)
Who's the killa?
Who's the fucka ya love and I hate
But in the midst will fuck with millas
Trust ya bitch. jock. You'll trip.
We'll with pistol cocked! (This the shit to knock!)
Who am I!?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the my nizzle
With I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Killa killa, the realla, banana I feela
Nigga with a with the infrared beam
The axe is family, and for the
I use the axe to separate your
Ain't no being mad at me, the ain't even worth it
I I was a serial killa, not perfect
It's not my that I can't be trusted
And people me aren't all disgusting
Some will slit necks and skull crushing
And killing over next to nothing mother fucker!
(2x)
Serial
K I L A!
Fruit outta my mind like Godzilla
(Kill)
killa! (Killa, Killa)
Torture and (Killa, Killa)
killa! (Killa, Killa)